Kira Sinclair – Under the Surface (страница 10)
The minute their mouths collided it was over. He’d have to worry about the aftermath later, because he was too preoccupied to give a damn about anything but the taste and feel of her.
His hands slipped into her hair, angled her head so he could have better access to her hot mouth.
The moment was complete combustion. Their tongues tangled. She bounced on her toes, as if trying to get more of him. Without breaking their connection, Jackson wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her higher.
They both forgot about the towel. It snagged, hanging between them unnoticed. Jackson ran his palms across the slope of her back. Her skin was still damp from her shower. So smooth and soft. He could spend hours just touching her.
Even as his mouth devoured hers, his hands studied and learned. The way her body arched into his touch when he skimmed the sensitive dip right above her rear. Or the tiny catch in her breath that he drank in as he caressed between her shoulder blades.
He wanted to take a step back and appreciate the view, but she wouldn’t let him. Her hands were everywhere. Her rush to consume him only managed to fuel his own raging need.
Loralei broke the kiss, but only long enough to run her mouth over the skin of his neck, taking teasing licks before sucking gently. The tug of her lips arrowed straight down to where his cock leaped against the fly of the jeans he’d thrown on.
Why had he bothered? He couldn’t remember anymore.
Twisting, he pressed her up against the first available surface, which just happened to be the edge of the dresser. Reaching blindly behind her, Loralei managed to swipe her hand over the top, clearing the few random things that were scattered there. They pinged against the floor, but he didn’t care. They weren’t important anyway.
Jackson pulled back, relishing her broken little pants as she tried to catch her breath. The towel was draped across her body, tucked between her legs. In the mirror behind her, he could see the hard swell of her ass. Her skin glowed.
She watched him out of eyes glazed with desire. He wanted that, liked knowing he could make her feel that way. “Jackson, please.”
But her fractured words also had a spike of ice arrowing straight through him. What had she said?
He wanted to do just that. Remind them both. But he shouldn’t. Taking a step away from her, Jackson tried to regain his sanity. Make his brain re-engage.
“What are you doing?”
He shook his head, hating the way her eyes slowly refocused on the here and now instead of the pleasure he’d been giving her moments ago.
“You...” Jackson balled his hands into fists. “This isn’t what you need right now.”
Loralei’s mouth pulled into a tight line. “Don’t you dare.”
“Don’t I dare what?”
Reaching out, Loralei balled her fists into his T-shirt, using the leverage to haul him closer.
“Walk away from me again tonight.”
Every pulse point in his body throbbed. Jackson stared down at her upturned face, trying desperately not to notice her half-naked body before him.
Gently, he reached up and unwrapped her fingers, one by one, from his shirt.
Placing her hand on the dresser beside her hip, he wrapped her fingers over the edge, holding her hand in place...and away from him.
“Goddamn you,” she breathed.
Her eyes sparked and beneath that smooth caramel color her skin flushed red.
Before he could react, her other hand flashed out, cupping his obvious reaction to what they’d just been doing.
“You want this as much as I do.”
Of course he wanted her. She was beautiful. Just as he was certain the apple offered by the serpent in the Garden of Eden had been beautiful. “Yeah, I want you.”
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